I know that love is not a concrete thing
It is impractical and full of uncontrol
It is the sublimity of words that they do not allow the unnatural and the wild to remain speechless
The winds know that there are waiting within closed doors
I am a window with many closed doors
You may not see
Yet wait,
Birds return through these invisible windows
Everyone is surrounded by uncertainty
Everyone is a distance in their own limited race
Nothing touches this music, the flying pages,
the gloomy contours of the sky,
and many roads that hold only conflict, not residence
We flow under a bridge
I am the river that has flowed
It may seem unnatural to you
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